Didn't you know I wore a wig?
There it is, on that chair."
And sure enough, there was Nan's mop of frizzed, flaxen hair hanging on a
chair-back.
"But," said Patty, coming nearer, and still unable quite to comprehend it
all, "why don't you have any hair yourself?"
"Well, you see," said Nan, as she sealed and addressed the letter she had
been writing, "I had typhoid fever just before I left home, and my hair
came out so, that I had to have it all shaved off. So now I am wearing a
wig until it grows again. But it is so warm to-day, I took my wig off for a
few moments to rest my head."
Patty examined the wig with great interest.
"I think it's wonderful," she said, "is it just like your own hair was?"
"No, indeed, I wanted a change. My own hair is very dark, almost black, and
perfectly straight. So I bought this Flaxie Frizzle wig for a change. It's
becoming, don't you think so? I have a red wig too,--of short, curly auburn
hair. Sometimes I wear that."
Patty watched Nan curiously, as she put the wig on, securing it to her head
by invisible springs.
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